November Night

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Moon moves north, Clouds go south. Shrunken bells of peppers hang black on their stalks. Paper in the unused chimney rattles in the wind. Summer's wind chimes tinkle winter's tune. Brave comfrey reminds us of our green past. Moon moves north, Clouds go south.

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